Samson the Foster Pup

Today (actually, in about an hour) Samson's new family is coming to pick him up. We've had him for a little over 2 weeks and he's a really great dog. It's really hard not to get attached to our foster dogs, but especially hard when they are as sweet as this guy.

It helps that Everett loves him too. They play and play and then nap and play some more.

He loves toys and whenever I try to pick up all the dog toys and put them in the basket he just takes them out again. Apparently they don't belong there, they belong all over the living room floor.

The family that's adopting him is going to give him an excellent home. He will be the only dog in the house so he'll have more attention than he knows what to do with. They have already bought him toys and treats and everything he could possible need, and more.

The couple adopting him have an 11 year old girl and an 8 year old boy. The girl is especially excited to have a dog. When I was visiting the house last week she told me that the evening after meeting Samson they were sitting down to dinner and the little girl was going on and on to her father about how happy she is to get a dog and how cute he is and how he would sleep in her bed... and on and on. The mother told me that she sat back and thought that "this is one of those moments in life. One of those that you remember. One of the important ones."

I almost started crying right there. I had a hard time choking back the tears, knowing how perfect that was for her to say, and how she didn't even know how perfect it was for me to hear. "Moment" is my One Little Word for 2011 and it's been close to my heart all year. I knew that this family was right for Samson, and that they would give him a loving home, but at that moment I knew that they were perfect for him. I'm sad to let him go, but excited for him and the family.